"Pardon me for intruding," said the stranger, "and suffer me to introduce myself.

I am Mrs.Carter, who not long since removed to the village.

I have heard of your illness, and wishing to render you any assistance in my power, I have ventured, unannounced, into your presence, hoping that I at least am not unwelcome." Mrs.Hamilton had heard of a widow lady, who with an only daughter had recently removed to the village, which lay at the foot of the long hill on which stood the old homestead.

She had heard, too, that Mrs.
Carter, though rather singular in some respects, was unusually benevolent, spending much time in visiting the sick and needy, and, as far as possible, ministering to their comfort.
Extending her hand, she said, "I know you by reputation, Mrs.Carter, and feel greatly pleased that you have thought to visit me.

Pray be seated." This last invitation was superfluous, for with the air of a person entirely at home, the lady had seated herself, and as the room was rather warm, she threw back her bonnet, disclosing to view a mass of rich brown hair, which made her look several years younger than she really was.